I absolutely adore the sound of the Huey. Speaking as a Vietnam vet, nearly every time I heard that sound, the chopper, and the brave men flying it, were coming either to protect my sorry butt, or to lift it out of the field and take it to a safer place.

In simpler, more direct, terms, the sound of a Huey usually meant good news. Plus, flying in them, with both doors wide open, was a hoot.

My father had his private pilot's license and we flew alot when i was growing up. He was big into the Experimental Aircraft Association (EAA) and he built his own KR2 plane (took 14 years in the various garages and basements over time).

--just a stock internet photo, don't have any of his old photos scanned---